So, last week, my friend Lesley did a post, linking to another blog that hosts InstaFriday. And since I've been playing with my new iPhone 4S a crap ton, I thought I'd play along. I meant to do this post yesterday, but I spent most of the day, laying on the couch. The joys of morning sickness.
Started off my Valentine's Day at Jasmin's school party. They had an ice cream bar, which Ava loved. I love Jasmin's teacher, it's the same teacher she had in Pre-k. Every two years, the pre-k teacher and one of the kindergarten teachers trade grades, and we just lucked out and had her teacher during the switch.
That was immediately followed by Arielle's school party. They had a coke/root beer float bar. Arielle had chocolate ice cream with strawberry syrup in root beer. Ummm, gross?
Went to my mom's on Thursday to do paperwork for my dad. My mom had a gift card to Starbucks, so we went there. I don't drink coffee, but did have a slice of cake. Ava picked out a cake pop.
I spend every morning snuggling with this crazy haired little girl. It's my favorite time of day.
I'm not the only one who loves snuggling with baby girl in the morning.
I eventually am somewhat able to tame those curls. Kind of. They are crazy but I love them. Lover's hair is curly, so I hope Ava doesn't outgrow hers.
And I know that everyone thinks their husband is the sexiest person. But Lover is seriously the sexiest person I know. He's been doing a new workout program that he's been loving. He's always worked out 5 days a week, but he's really cranked it up, and he's excited about the changes. He texted me this pic after his workout. Holy crap, I can't believe he's mine. Him being a hottie is probably what caused my pregnancy, which led to this super fun morning sickness. Jerk. :P
I made rice crispy treats with a recipe from my blogging buddy Julie. Lover said I'm trying to sabotage his workout.
So that be's my week. No pics of yours truly. Between morning sickness and growing out my hair and living in a hat, I look like crap, and I won't subject you to pics of me. You're welcome.